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Subject: {ASSM} One if by Son, Two if by Mom (5/10) [mF, incest, mom, son]
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One if by Son, Two if by Mom


by DiscipleN


 

Copyright (c) 2001, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
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Chapter 5

Helen was in a state. What was happening to her? In the last few days
she had become possessed by desire for young people. Her body yearned
so hard for release she had actually masturbated with a neighborhood
kid. So far she had kept most of her actions in check, but she could
see a frightening possibility in the future when she might loose all
control.
In order to burn off her frustration, she began to clean her house
from top to bottom. All the while she kept asking herself, why, why.
The alarming rationale that answered told her she might have needed
it.
Eric returned home by the time she was cleaning his bedroom.
"Hi mom."
Helen was now wearing some old jeans and a heavy, long sleeved shirt.
She had tied the ends of it around her waist.
"Hi sport. Have fun?"
"Yeah, Jimmy's a swell guy. Don't you think?" Eric asked innocently.
Helen coughed. "If you say so sweetheart."
"We just played ball for a while in his backyard until his mother
called him in for dinner."
Helen was reminded of Jimmy's mother's perpetual state of undress.
"Honey?"
"What?"
"Does Jimmy's mother ever talk to you?"
"Nah," Eric answered automatically, then he said. "well, once she
asked me if I wanted some cookies." He paused. "I-I told her I didn't.
I was too embarrassed."
"Because she doesn't wear any clothes?"
"I guess so. I-I mean it isn't like that with you when you let me see
your, you know."
"My breasts." Helen's heart skipped a beat. There it was again that
inviting calling from her insides. How much she wanted to go on
talking about her tits, maybe even showing them again to Eric. But she
contained herself.
Eric nodded his head. His cheeks were red with warmth.
"Eric. You know I have a lot of faith in you. If Jimmy's mom ever asks
you again if you want some cookies. It's okay by me if you say yes."
Helen listened to herself not sure how she had come to that
conclusion.
"What? Really? You mean you don't mind that she doesn't wear any
clothes?"
"Well, honey, if it's just inside her own house and maybe her yard,
then what business is it mine to tell her differently?" Helen realized
she was actually proud of what she had just said. "Who knows maybe me
or you might one day decide not to wear any clothes in the house."
Helen once again was shocked at her own words. "I mean maybe everyone
should have their own privacy."
"Wow! You mean I can just take off my clothes when I want to?" Eric
was suddenly excited at the prospect. He was already imagining himself
with his mother, both naked in his bedroom right then.
"No, Eric, I just mean Jimmy's mom has her own house rules, and we
have ours. We have just as much right to wear clothes as she has not
to." Helen finished her lecture with a nod of approval.
"Aw, darn." Eric knew his fantasy was too good to be true. Still, his
mother had showed her tits to him before. He was pretty sure she might
some other time. He wished it was right then.
Helen didn't miss his absorbed look. She had seen it before. If stares
could make breasts grow like sunlight grew plants, she would have to
haul her tits around in a wheel barrow.
"Well, I'm finished in here. You can clean the rest up yourself." With
that, Helen turned around and left Eric to his fantasies. Outside his
door she exhaled mightily. With just one look from her son she had
almost given in again to her boy's desires. What was happening to her?
She kept on cleaning house until bedtime. She let Eric fix his own
meal. She skipped hers.
Laying on her back in her king sized, empty bed Helen's body surged
with energy. She was so horny she could barely breath. Her only hope
lay with her vibrating rubber cock. She went to it with a will. She
took the large shiny prong and gripped it tightly, trying to squeeze
all of her frustration out on it. She quickly disrobed and lay back on
the bed.
Her pussy was too ready. It dripped like a faucet. She could barely
control her shaking hands to fit the obscene head into her blustering
red cunt. It went inside her like a greased pig.
"OHHHH!" She cried.
Outside her door Eric crouched. As soon as he saw his mother go to her
room for the night he crept up to it and put his ear against the door.
He had to find out if his guess about the fat sausage was right! He
knew her door wasn't locked. Even after the last time he surprised
her, she hadn't begun to lock it.
His mother moaned with pleasure from behind it. That was his clue. She
sounded just like Naomi. Eric turned the doorknob and opened it very
very slowly. It didn't even creak. He opened it until he could see her
bed. It was rocking gently, but her voice wasn't gentle at all.
"Oh, God fuck me! Sweet lord in heaven and on earth. FUUUUCCCKK
MMEEEEEE!!!" Helen cried with passion. She plugged her juicing cunt
with the vibrator until it's fake balls were banging against her pussy
lips. She ripped it in and out of her cunt like an animal rutting
against a fence post. Juices slimed the length of her inner thighs.
Her sheets were soaked with sweat and cunt slime. She was oblivious to
everything except the staggering desire inside her. She'd have plucked
it out with a dagger if she had had one, spilling her blood onto the
mess as well. Helen fucked herself heroically. The giant prick plugged
her hole like a ram rod too large to fit but forced in spitefully.
Eric's jaw fell open. His own prick answered the call of his mother's
pervasive lust. He was quickly hard as steel. The giant dildo in his
mother's hands seemed inadequate to him. Only his own prick was the
right tool for the job his mother applied herself to. He put his hand
on his pajamas. The door creaked open a little further, and his cock
popped out like cuckoo. His hand felt warm and comforting, even
pleasing to Eric's bald testicles and rock like prick. He began to rub
himself.
Helen missed the door squeak open even further still. She was solely
possessed by her urgent need to come. Her pussy was nearly ragged from
her pounding. Still she bore on, slamming the massive bulk into
herself and dragging it out as swiftly, over and over.
Finally, her body began to show the signs. Her vision blackened, and
her mind soared. Her brain flooded with rapture and her cunt rippled.
Even her tits ached with pleasure. Then everything exploded. Her body
jumped and twisted on the bed. She ripped the cock out and held it
with a vice like grip as her body convulsed with violent orgasm.
"UURRRAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGG!!!!!" She yelled, and yelled again. She sounded
like a trumpet of destruction as her brain dissolved into ecstatic
mush. Her whole body wracked with pleasure. She even swore the rubber
cock began to cum all over her body, drenching it with warm, sticky
milk. For a second or two her other hand rubbed the goo into her belly
button and all over her tits.
A horrible realization thrust her mind back into reality. There really
was cum all over her! She opened her eyes already dreading what she
knew she must find.
Eric stood next to her, swiftly jacking off the last cum from his
balls!
"Nooooooooo!!!!!" Helen cried.
Eric jumped back and sudden fear shot across his face. He raced from
the room.
Helen slumped back having dropped the fake dick, and covered her face
with cum soaked hands. It was the worst! Her life was over. From the
pinnacle of heaven she fell even swifter into self mandated hell. She
just knew her life was ruined, and so she fretted.
Eric saved her. Knowing he would have to face his mother sooner or
later. He decided sooner was his only option. Who knows what would
happen if she lingered on his intrusion? He had become so enthralled
by his mother's sexual interlude he couldn't help himself from
grabbing his dick and jerking it. Without even realizing it he had
slowly pushed the door wide open and step by step crept into the room.
His eyes were hypnotized by his mother's incredible naked body as she
fucked herself with the large plastic sausage.
Always before she had been more merciful in punishing him when he
admitted his mistakes than when he had kept them from her. He hoped
this wouldn't be any different. He showed his face from the edge of
the door.
"I'm sorry." He said with the smallest voice in his register.
Helen's hands dropped and her head snapped up. Her mind was swirling
with guilt. At first she wasn't sure she had heard him, but when she
saw his fully afraid expression, she caught her breath.
"Eric?" She felt the boy's cum cool on her face, but all of her
attention was on her son.
"I'm sorry mommy. I didn't mean to..."
"Oh my God son, what have you done? I-I don't know what to say to
you." She spoke openly.
"I don't even know it. I just saw you and I couldn't stop myself."
The boy's words matched her own experience. Helen had been all set to
bawl her son out until she judged herself first, and found herself
lacking. "Oh honey!" She gulped, suddenly loosing her fiercer words.
Tears streamed down her eyes. She was an emotional wreck.
All Eric knew was that his mommy was suddenly crying. He went to her.
She was still wiping her naked body (forgotten by both of them) with
the bed sheet when he wrapped her in his small arms.
"I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. I promise. Please don't cry."
"Oh mother's sorry too, honey. What are we going to do? I just don't
know." Helen continued crying.
They held each other for a long time. Without further consideration
Eric crawled onto the slimy bed with her and she covered them both up
together. They both fell fast asleep.
The next morning started as calmly as the previous night had not
ended. Helen lifted her eyes open. She could feel the stiff, dried
puddle of cock and pussy goo beneath her. Next to her, Eric's soft
pajamas pressed against her. She knew she was completely naked, but in
the warm moment of the sun peeking into her window she felt as natural
as a kitten. It was her mind that slowly broke out of the mist and
haze of a beautiful Sunday morning.
Last night while she was fucking herself with her pseudo cock, her own
son had found his way into her room and had masturbated to the sight
of her own pleasure taking. Alarm seeped into every corner of her
brain until it ran up against the unwarranted visualization of her son
gripping his big, full penis and jacking it, unable to control himself
because of her. That's when her body started waking. Just thinking
about her own son and how he had cum all over her, far more than
Jimmy's friendly cock had showered on her body. The image slowly drove
out her original fear. Every part of her body responded to the call.
Her nipples hardened and she ran her hand down the side of her thigh.
Her lips were dry and she licked them into shininess. Her son lay
against her sound asleep.
Helen was once again at war with her feelings. She knew already she
had become horny thinking about her son's tumescent cock. She was
feeling the same thing he did when he looked at her breasts, she knew.
She didn't do anything but watch the silent, still form of her own
flesh and blood sleeping comfortably in warm, green pajamas.
When Eric opened his eyes, the first things he saw was his mother's
breasts. It took more than a couple seconds to fully realize what he
was seeing, but when he was sure, he sucked in his breath from the
immense proximity of them.
Helen heard her little boy waken. "Good morning son." Her voice was
low and throaty.
Eric peeked up and everything was okay. His mother's eyes were kind
and gentle. Without thinking he put his arm around her and pressed the
side of his head into her breasts.
Helen responded by cupping his head and pressing it lightly more into
her soft pillows.
Eric smiled and felt more loved than ever before. Everything was going
to be all right. His mother's hand cradled him to her titties and the
other stroked the length of his back. Occasionally she would reach his
behind and give it a firm squeeze. She kissed his head.
"Oh Eric, I've been so bad to you."
"What do you mean?" Eric's eyes darted upward catching a long angle of
her face as if upside down.
"You've grown up so much, and I still treat you like a child. I wish
you could stay a boy forever. Every mother does, but there comes a
time when you will have your own needs. Needs a mother can't always
fulfill.
Eric wasn't sure what his mother was talking about, only that she
spoke with soft reassuring tones, and she held him to her naked body
like he was still part of her. Slowly, it dawned on him that he was
right next to his mother's tits! What was he thinking? Eric suddenly
felt his cock stir. It began to harden and raise up. He couldn't help
but look at the giant nipple just in front of his face. If he reached
out with his tongue he could touch it. If only he dared.
"Go on Eric," His mother continued. "Take what ever you like. I
promise I'll try to fulfill any of your needs for as long as I can,
and when I have given you all you will ever want from me then I know I
will have a son who was never neglected, a son who has everything he
needs to go into the world and be his best. After all, you are
everything that I have in this world."
Somehow, it seemed as if she were talking about exactly what he was
thinking. Without a word of request, Eric stuck out his tongue and
carefully licked the dark, puffed end of her mother's tit.
"Oh Eric!" Helen took a deep breath at her son's taboo contact. Her
nipple punched out like rivet from the light touch. She wasn't sure it
was exactly what she expected, but she knew the barriers had fallen.
Her son was now more than her son. She turned so slightly to bring the
nipple closer to his mouth and she relaxed her hand on his head so he
could choose to move it anyway he liked.
Eric opened his mouth and drew his mother's dark tittie ring inside
with a single breath. He began sucking on it instinctively. His cock
was now fully composed and urging him to touch it again, like he had
the night before.
"Ohhhh. Every ounce of tension relaxed in Helen's body. Her son was
sucking her tit as if it were the most natural thing in the world."
"Mommy, oh mommy." Eric muttered with his mouth full of warm, soft
nipple. He put his hands between his legs and felt his new erection
through the soft material.
"It's okay honey. Everything's going to be okay." Helen notice her
son's hand. She felt something spasm deep inside her cunt. Wetness
began to pour out of her pussy, and she could feel the heat rise
quickly between her legs. She clenched her thighs in erotic response.
Her son was now licking the nipple as he sucked on it. Helen pinched
her other nipple with one hand while her other reached boldly into the
lip of his pajama pants and touch the extremely soft skin of her
little boy's behind.
"Eric everything you do is okay. Let your needs guide you. I promise
I'll never drive you away from me again, if you promise to let me know
how you feel about anything I do for you. Okay?"
"Uhn-huh." Came the pleased but muffled reply.
"How does this feel." Helen emphasized her hand on the child's ass
underneath his pajama bottoms. She rubbed it smoothly over his skin,
around in small, warm circles.
"I dunno." Eric said. He was actually somewhat embarrassed that he had
his prick in his hand while his mother patted his smooth backside. He
stopped sucking his mother's heaving nipple and looked up.
"Aw honey if you don't like it then mommy'll will stop."
"No!, you can keep doing that. I mean, I kind of like it." Eric
quickly reassured her. It did feel nice, especially since he was
carefully squeezing and rubbing his very happy cock. He still worried
that somehow what he was doing wouldn't upset his mother like the
night before. Even though she did promise. He hoped she wouldn't see
where his hand was.
Helen could see everything and she was specifically looking at the
more than hand sized bulge that moved beneath his jammies. She was
thrilled. All former concern had fled. Her son was the most beautiful
person in the world and she wanted him in every way, because he wanted
her. Helen lightly urged his head to return to it's current pleasure.
He gulped on her tit even more urgently.
"Ohhhhh." Helen was now unable to stop her hand from seeking out her
own legs and the inflamed nest between them. Her fingers entered her
flowing pussy as easily as her son sucked down imaginary milk. She was
less than easy with herself. Her hand thrust all four fingers inside
her quite vigorously. She gasped and moaned. Her tits commanded her.
Her pussy demanded from her, and her son gave and gave her so much
pleasure from a simple, natural act that she was soon cumming in small
spasms.
Eric noticed her mother's gentle, internal shaking, but he was far
more attentive to his prick, and it's building load of hot cum. Then
from out of the blue his mother said.
"Oh Eric. You lovely boy. You have to cum on mother again. Please, for
mommy." Helen barely heard herself speak. Her cunt reached around the
inside of her brain and massaged it with luxurious oil. Her hand was
ablaze inside her cunt.
Eric didn't want to stop jerking his dick even a second to unsnap his
pajamas, but before he knew it, his quivering mother had pulled her
other hand off of his ass and reached around to pop the front panel of
his bottoms with one clean jerk.
Hand and hard cock spilled out. Eric didn't stop pulling at his dick.
It was too close now. His balls trembled and his ass clenched as he
began biting on his mother's black nipple in unexpected nervousness.
"Aaiiiieeeee!!!" His mother screamed, not from his son's sharp teeth
but from her whole body as it writhed with intense cum sucking
orgasms.
His mother's cry would have scared poor Eric to pieces, if it weren't
for his own cock and balls exploding at the same time. He cried out
and echoed her own fantastic release.
Cum jetted out all over his mother's stomach. The flood of hot spume
triggered yet another wild stampede through Helen's nervous system. It
was almost too much. She staggered under it's fury and she lost her
sight in ecstatic blackness.
Soon all she knew was that she was kissing him, her son, with her lips
and her tongue probing across every inch of his body.
Eric giggled and laughed. His body glowed with happiness, and he
thought his mommy was just playing with him, as she kissed head,
shoulders, chest, back, arms, and further, until he felt her licking
all the cum off of his cock. The playful tickling stopped and his
young cock responded most adult like. It filled with blood until it
was fully hard again.
"My, my. You are a growing boy." Helen cooed. The taste of her son's
cum thrilled her. She wanted her son to never fear her again. She
would give him so much. But even then her mind wasn't willing to
commit to how much she would indeed give him.
As she finished licking his strengthened prick she wondered just how
far would she go. Her mouth was so close, and it had already cleaned
her son's beautiful and delicious cock of every drop of cum. Cum he
had given while milking her with his mouth. She was still swooning
from her last, dazzling cum.
She looked at Eric. "Son, you are so beautiful."
Eric smiled. For some reason he had always feared that his mother
wasn't going to like his penis. Now he found out that she loved it.
"Thank you mommy. I love you."
"I love you so much Eric." Helen melted. "Is there anything you want
from your mommy now?"
Eric thought about his newly engorged cock. He really didn't know
anything more to do than jerk it with his hand. Then he remembered
Naomi. Eric nodded his head.
"What Eric, what?"
Eric reached for his mother's hand and cautiously led it toward his
wonderful prong.
Helen smiled at her son's simple request. Yesterday she would have
been shocked and might have yelled at him, but today was a different
and more perfect day. She gratefully received her son's bulging prick
into her hand and she immediately began to jerk on it. She puffed out
her tits so he might get the best view of them.
But Eric wasn't so interested in his mother's breasts as much as he
sneaked glances at her curvaceous thighs and the dark cleft inside. He
had watched her mother put a large plastic sausage in there and this
morning what looked like her whole hand. He remembered Naomi and with
his bravest move yet, he reached his hand out to touch her thick
bramble of dark hair.
Helen's eyes went wide. Not for a second did she stop jacking off her
own son's cock, but when he put his fingers on her pussy hair
electricity snapped in her brain. She slowly brought her other hand
around and led his down the pile of shaggy fur and deeper into their
midst. There she left him, reassured that he could do what he wanted
there.
Eric laughed, he hadn't expected to find the hot, wet hole hidden
inside his mother's loins so quickly. He took a second to just feel
her juicy cunt before he started to press his fingers deep inside her
and run them slowly back out again.
Helen gasped. Her son's dear, sweet fingers were fucking her, and she
had drawn the child's darling hand inside her. He fucked her like he
knew what joy he was giving her. She could barely keep her breath and
her own hand's pace on his solid prick. She began to pet her son's
head and take brief kisses from his lips to reassure them both, that
their efforts would be rewarded, perhaps even greater than before.
Eric's other hand grabbed her tit. He played with it awkwardly, but
made up for his fumbling with precise strokes inside his mother's
cunt. He heard her moan and felt her kisses. It was like driving a
car, but Eric wasn't old enough to drive a car. He knew instinctively
what he was doing was far better than driving a car. He plugged his
mommy's cunt with more vigor.
"Aaaarrrrrraahhh! Oh, yes, Eric you keep hand fucking your mommy and
I'll keep jacking your beautiful cock. We are going to cum and cum,
together. Helen flashed her hand up and down her son's ample prong.
She licked his face and he giggled, but his cock just got harder and
harder. His balls began to twitch. Helen's pussy was shuddering, she
couldn't believe how quickly her little boy's hand was sucking out all
the moisture from her brain and right out her cunt. She knew her head
was going to crumple into dust any second.
Fucking his hand in and out of the giant pussy hole was the most
exciting thing Eric could imagine. His cock was going to explode all
over again, and his mom was aiming his pee hole right at her tits. She
wanted his cum all over her tits. He loved his mother very, very much.
He dare not hold back on her account, and every time he came on his
mother it was like watering a thirsty plant. She grew perkier and
perkier with each dose of sticky goo.
White hot white spewed forth. Helen's body jerked all the right ways,
inside and out, at the boiling sperm plastering her tits. Her cunt
sucked Eric's hand so hard as she came in response to his blasting cum
he couldn't move his hand. He didn't care. He just grabbed his mother
with his other hand and leapt on her. He bowled her over, hand stuck
inside her convulsing slit, and buried her with kisses. His cock
poured out it's last bucket of slop into his mother's navel.
For many more moments the two were locked in an embrace of ecstasy.
Finally, Helen said, "Honey, mommy has to shower. I have work to do.
You have to go to school."
"Ah, gee mom. I just want to say here with you."
"I love you too, but there's a world out there. And you have lots of
friends you want to play with too."
"Un-uh. Your the best."
Helen patted Eric's mussed hair and she kissed him one more time as
she got out of the bed.
Helen showered leisurely. As she was drying her hair, she heard Eric
rummaging around downstairs, something he usually did in the morning
before jetting off to school. The house almost felt like normal,
except for the warm feeling of satisfaction and potential horniness
deep inside her. Helen didn't want to think about failing to control
her and her son's sexual appetite. She wasn't sure it was failure, but
it did trouble her. She tried to imagine telling Eric that they had
gone too far with their playfulness, but her mind conjured visions of
more ice water and sneaky peeks whenever she wasn't watching out for
him. Eric had developed an appetite for her, and Helen knew even her
matronly power probably couldn't enforce his cooperation. Helen's far
greater worry was Eric might think they hadn't gone far enough! Helen
promised herself she would put a stop to anything more.

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